A great prince, that he was destined to be.
A great lord, the other was destined to be.
A great tyrant, the third was.
In Lothric, a kingdom forged to inherit the legacy of the ancient lords, it was a tradition to provide an able heir and Lord of CInder.
However, in the last years of the Kingdom of Lothric's lifespan, two princes destined to take the world into their hands appeared.
One was named after the kingdom in hopes he holds its future and dreams, Lothric, the future Lord of Cinder.
The other was named Lorian, and he was born to be a king, to rule alongside the Lord of Cinder that Lothric would become.
Lorian was born a mighty man, his stature tall, his strength unmatched, he took up noble knighthood from an early age, he was renowned throughout the kingdom, cherished by everyone, especially after his victory against the hellspawn champion, the "Demon Prince", which caused his sword to be permanently charred with scorching flame.
He was given armor befitting his achievements, and in further recognition of his feats, Lorian was granted the crown of Lothric, patterned with flame, of course, the armor and crown are now scorched black because of the battle with the "Demon Prince".
Lorian's skill in combat was unrivaled, and as was previously mentioned, all eyes were on him.
But grief struck, when his born into illness brother, who was meant to be the Lord of Cinder of the time, was forced to connect his soul to his brother's in hopes Lorian shares some of his vitality, but, it backfired severely when Lorian came down with the same illness, stripped of his ability to move on his feet, and with his body weakened, Lorian could no longer become the future king of Lothric he was meant to be.
Lorian and Lothric, two brothers, eternally bound together by a greedy kingdom's curse.
Lothric, the younger prince, who was, from birth, sick and ill.
He was never able to fulfill his potential any longer after the illness rose further before his ceremony of becoming a Lord of Cinder, and he was confined to his room, but, in his despair and sadness, he found sorcery and magic to be of great help.
He wanted to aid his brother in whatever way he can, and his teacher, the "Scholar of the First Sin", did so.
He taught him everything he needed to know, and Lothric reignited his hopes.
But it once again came crashing down when his brother contracted the same illness he had through the forced soul link they had undergone.
Two brothers who had once stood atop of the world.
Now bound to their deathbeds.
Lothric gave up and left for the highest levels of his castle, taking Lorian with him, thus ending the age of the Kingdom of Lothric's prominence.
It was never the same, as their father, the Mad King Oceiros, had left long long ago.
And even their mother, the Queen Gwynevere herself, the descendant of the ancient God Gwyn who fought and destroyed the Everlasting Dragons, faded out and was never seen after some point in time.
Lothric and Lorian met their demise at the hands of a certain someone, they professed their disdain of the system of rekindling the flame, Lothric with his words, Lorian with his sword.
The two princes faded, their final effort for proper combat blown away by that certain someone's own fighting prowess.
Yes, that certain someone was indeed too strong for them, but no matter, they had longed for proper rest.
The spot that marked their grave, decided their future.
Yes, a future beyond death.
A future in another world.
..
-"Mark.. my words.. ----- ---... You'll never find peace so long that flame is not extinguished..
Do it... Destroy the flame...
Nothing will come of rekindling it.."
-"..."
A sword shove was heard, it was the sound of the battle ending.
A sword, long and sharp, was driven through Lothric's body, who was clinging to Lorian's to aid him in combat with his magic.
The sword also naturally drove right into Lorian's.
Lothric saw the expressionless face that the opposite side bore, it was only for a moment;
But the opposition paid them no mind, and just took the sword out, and proceeded to ignite the bonfire that spawned in place.
-"...Your kind.. Are what we need..
Usher in that age..
The age of darkness.."
His brother grunted a little bit, but it seemed like he had given up and lost life before Lothric had.
"Brother.. Lorian..
Let us forsake this dogged fire and it's dogged seekers..
Let us go to the next.. World.. Where no things exist..
Let us..
Live again..."
{Confirmed, individual "Lothric" has accessed the reincarnation cycle to the Cardinal World, beginning reincarnation sequence...
Confirmed, individual "Lothric" has been granted the Unique Skill "Prince of Cinder",
Sub-Skills:
- [Heir To The World's Power]: The holder's destiny is to link the flame, and this Sub-Skill draws directly from the holder's desire to do so.
The stronger the holder's true desire to link the flame grows, the more this skill grows in power.
The power of the skill is its ability to use any and all magic the user knows without needing a Magicule supply, effectively cancelling the cost requirement of magics.
However, the skill needs to grow in power to use larger-scale spells.
- [Frailty's Compensation]: The holder can sacrifice endurance and vitality to draw in more power, increasing the total offensive attributes the holder has, however, when this skill is used, it cannot be reversed.
- [Scholar's Teachings]: The holder is able to conjure up magic spells in the form of skill-like abilities, all of those are based on the holder's old master's teachings, and as the holder is extremely proficient with magic, they require no catalyst.
- [Unholy Target]: The holder summons countless orbs made up of purely magical energy, which will lock on a target and home them down, each orb summoned takes no Magicules, as this is the most basic form of magic that the holder possesses.
- [Soul Spear]: A conjured spear made up of purely magical energy, this attack is automatically aimed at the enemy's core, their soul, it is a large attack that allows no room to dodge and forces the enemy to face it and defend.
This attack takes a large portion of Magicules, and requires further fueling of the Sub-Skill [Heir To The World's Power].
- [Emit Force]: The holder can cause a large shockwave in a selected area, it can cause objects to implode, and it can be any and all sizes so long the holder has enough Magicules to fuel it.
This attack takes a huge portion of Magicules, and requires further fueling of the Sub-Skill [Hier To The World's Power].
- [Holy Revival]: The holder can instantly revive any fallen comrade, the Magicule cost of this ability can go from costing a high amount to costing almost all of the holder's Magicules.
Additionally, individual "Lothric" has been granted the same body of birth, and as per someone else's desire, they will be summoned by their side.
Lastly, individual "Lothric" has been given the title "Future Holy King Lothric".
This ends the reincarnation process.}
Silence..
What... What was that..?
Lothric thought to himself.
How do I not die? Why must I cling to this pathetic state of existence..?
He was desperate for answers.
Lorian.. Do not leave me.. alone..!
And that was the last thing Lothric thought..
The last thing he thought before he realized he was hearing clashing noises.
He decided to overcome his fear, yes, fear, he was scared that he would open his eyes to the distant noises that might turn out to be the Unkindled still hacking away at his body and at Lorian's.
By the gods..! How..!
-"You and the tiny Prince of Nothing, you two are the key to my empire!"
A man with a villainous tone spoke in a loud voiced fashion, to..
Lorian..!
He lives.. We live..?!
-"I will never give into your demands, Pontiff!
Lothric and I are not your objects of play, fool!"
Sounds of clanging steel and crashing pillars, cracking stone and roaring thunder were all that filled Lothric's ears.
-"...Lorian..!..
Sulyvahn..?"
The same self-proclaimed "Pontiff" Sulyvahn, he who sent outrider knights to "protect" Kingdom of Lothric territories.
Lothric and Lorian despised this man, but they could not for the life of them do anything to him, he was far far too powerful, holding influence over the Way of the White, which in turn means he holds power over Anor Londo, the city of the gods, and he also has influence over the entirety of Irithyll of the Boreal Valley, and his influence extends as far as the Profaned Capital and the Kingdom of Lothric's lower states, and even the Farron Keep's perimeter.
Lorian turned his head towards Lothric for a second, and when their faces met, both of them were stricken with great relief, those brothers were inseparable, and even at the toughest of times, they found each other's comfort to be of greatest help.
-"Lothric! Don't you worry, I will deal with this scum!"
-"Do not make me laugh, fool, you cannot even hope to match the power of ambition when you have none!"
A spinning slash from Sulyvahn sent Lorian jumping backwards, Lothric was almost taken away by Sulyvahn but Lorian would not stand for it.
-"Begone! You are not welcome in any land we stand!"
Lorian sent an enormous sword thrust right at Sulyvahn, the entire area shock as the winds violently brushed past everything in an outward flying manner.
Sulyvahn was forced to take a hit, which sent him crashing against a wall.
-"Curses you fools..
I am the Pontiff! The one who voices for the gods! How dare you defy Allfather Lloyd's will!?"
-"You voice no one now, the kingdom cares not for who you might be, dimwit!"
Sulyvahn, through his injury, dashed forward and attacked Lorian with a ferocity far greater than before, a slash, two, three, then a thrust, then another slash, it was an unending chain of attacks.
Lorian's armor stood firm, but even the ancient Brass Armor that was passed down from an ancient lineage has its limits, especially when the sword that clashes against the armor, or rather, the swords, are endowed with the Profaned Flame's powers.
Lorian was forced to finish his blocking phase using his sword, that same greatsword charred black because of his battle with the "last" of Demonkind's hopes, the "Demon Prince", all of that culminated in Lorian being pinned in further attacks.
-"...Lorian..
I must.. Help.."
Lothric attempted to get up, this was the first time in a long time he attempted to do so, he had forgotten how sickly and frail he was just to help his brother.
And yet he could not stand.
Curse this body.. Curse this life..!
But so long he does not suffer for what I've suffered, so be it!!
What did that voice speak to me, the power of..
Lothric activated a skill after deep thought, he activated [Soul Spear], he felt a large part of his existence go faint, but the familiar shape resembling a spear he always used as sorcery fired, and Sulyvahn was taken aback, having been hit directly in the arm, Sulyvahn immediately ceased his attacks and jumped back to recover.
But Lorian gave him no chance to do so, as he rushed with a large swing of his blade, which once more shook the entire area, and afterwards, Sulyvahn disappeared.
Neither prince could tell if Sulyvahn disappeared from fading away, or if he teleported away.
But, all that mattered was the two were now together once more.
"Lorian.. Oh dear brother.."
Lorian rushed to Lothric, his armor making clanging sounds as he moved faster.
-"Lothric, it is good to know you live..
I can speak.. I can walk..
I can finally help you."
The two were in shock, such was the reason they couldn't express their happiness in a more open way.
"Come, brother, let us move forward how we used to, but, with more mobility.
That 'Pontiff'..! He makes me sick."
Lorian let Lothric cling to his body, and Lothric did just that, wrapping his arms around Lorian's neck, and once more, they stood in the same position, but one of them was cured
, now all hopes laid on curing the other.
"Are you good brother? Are you feeling well? You have not spoken."
-"...It is just, surreal to me, to have been able to see you finally able to walk on this earth once more..."